Irie!
Yeah, you've smashed it, mate
Well trendy
Mediocrity is in the city
And there's a thousand words it wants to say to ya
Well trendy
Yeah, you've smashed it, mate
Shelf life!
Wish I could go to another poor country in the sun
Shake hands with all the locals
Buy one of those multicolored frocks, lob it on
Shelf life!
Proceed to pretend that I really like world music
Arrange a few gigs
Invite Damien Hirst and that other fat prick
Who's got an even fatter daughter
To be honest with ya, I ain't biased
Ya both make me sick
Tracy [?]
Shelf life!
Well trendy
You've smashed it, mate
I'm currently wearing a trilby hat on a slant
Sat behind a Chas & Dave style piano
Singing "The Lambeth Walk" with the bass player outta the Clash
Well trendy
You've smashed it, mate
Shelf life!
Acting all smug in E4 interviews
With the bass player outta the Clash
Good move
You've smashed it, mate
Wish I had a drink problem, a Beach Boys haircut
Moaning to the Daily Mirror 'cause ya have to get up in the morning
And play a guitar for lots of money without a drink
Fuck off!
Try getting out of bed at four in the morning
With a crack problem, a cash problem, a real drink problem
Like everybody else, fucking deal with it!
Prostitutes on the stairway looking at me like a mistreated cat
I can't do anything for ya, darling, I'm sorry
I smash walls down like the Incredible Hulk
Then I'll just buy a pint and forget about it
Ya can smell the wasted energy in any pub you walk into
Blokes waiting for death with about £2.75 left
Nobody asked for this life
So don't fucking blame me if I'm not living it right
Well trendy
You've smashed it, mate
Shelf life!
Yeah, wish I could put money into people's bank accounts
Conduct intelligent conversation, thoughtful text messages
Mark, the only difference between you and me
Is that I have stuck my dick in it
Mark, I fed the monster, and she fed mine
You don't even know me, and yet you pass judgment
Just because you wanna stick your dick in it
Mark... Mark...
Oi, Mark, shut ya mouth!
